Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Television. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.